Fabilous evening.

It was miraclous day and especially evening.
We met with Lena to watch the film “Macbeth”. She was sitting at the cafe and writing something in the notebook. I came with smile and did great deal of jokes to make the air easy. Her new work is on the local sweet’s factory and she was ashaming while speaking it. I said her there was nothing to be shamed of. We talked much about different things and even about our relationships with girls of the group. And as usual self-improvement.
The film was great. Yes, great. It was like an integral piece of art. Scottish-like music, dark foggy landscapes and the fabilous work of actor with immortal text of Shakespeare. I enjoyed every moment, every picture and sound for the whole two and half of an hour. There were philosophy of destiny and the man who drove crazy by destiny. There were bones and blood as wall as poetry and beauty. The world of windy, deserty land where mistery steeps into life unwillingly.
But the other part of delight had been after the watch. I began to praise the film and wag hands. The woman of thirty spoke with us too and soon we went in touch. It turned out that she graduated our college years ago and tryed to enter the Academy, but failed. She took me great advice of girl who had already made mistake. To try again, to move into the capitals and enter the university’s life before the entrance’s exams. (And that this is the whole system of applying known people not strangers, despite real result). Her description of local life was pessimistic. There is no chance to earn enough money with creativity and ways of development are making money or making family. That was so great push. For me it was a voice of …. universe. And I was glad to take her advice to go and take photo of her pictures in the college during the year.
The rest of the meet we exclaimed about the film with emotional tones. We were unbearable inspired and talked much on the bus stop until she drove away. At home I was out of sense and exclaimed to mom too. This was the wonderful fruitful evening I spent with the nice girls, with great filmmaking artist and with the stranger.


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